There used to be an octopus beck here, but it's gone, replaced by dull taupe wall. I guess they say the color's soothing. I think it looks dull, like hospital walls. Looks like they carved it off with a surgical knife, the octopus, clean scrape so that if you didn't know, you'd never know it was there. Call it a sign of the times. It speaks in thirty year leases. BEWARE.
It wasn't some ordinary octopus either. In this alcove used to live a spotted octopus with a fox head among the stars like the shadows on the ground in this alcove. You know this word, alcoves?
Life's always roundabout like that, Travis will tell you. He should know I hope. Maybe... He's got a sharp eye. He remembers the Omelette Parlor and Wildflower and Joe's now too, and if he doesn't, I do.
[For WEST, what if she ends up with the therapist...]
That's what you call a plot twist. Remember, just because it's one season doesn't mean everything can't change. Convictions roll in and out like the moon tides. That's important. Things are certain until they're not. That needs to be conveyed from one point to the next. Some things creep along and other things just crash into it, but nothing is set in stone, nothing, not a job, not a person, not an outlook on life. The magic's there throughout, but it's always changing, and everything definitely means something.
Or it doesn't.
C'est l'ouest.
*language plays a part*
